avast and yo-ho, mateys,
come about on the starboard side,
ya scurvy barnacled bilge rats!
this day be 'talk like a pirate day'!
....which gets annoying almost as soon as it starts.
and by that, i mean: it's awesome.
(but only for about six minutes.)
i'm kinda on the fence about pirates.
on the one hand,
there's Black Bart, who was a teetotaling super-buccaneer,
but on the other hand,
the rest are bandana-clad drunk dudes who steal your stuff,
and also wear silly frilly shirts,
without shoes on.....
sounds way more like weak-sauce disco hippies.
as for me,
i think tomorrow will be 'act like a viking day'.
braided hair, axes, torches,
and berserker barbarian battle blasting......
so really, it will basically be business as usual.
heroic boasts and druidic dopeness,
don't forget to mention the hottness of anything called a lay...(word)
souped-up stories, sung like songs,
loud and hard.
keepin' it all egil skallagrimsson, and sh!t, my ninjas....
^^here it is^^
for all ya'll who didn't get to see the carnival banner magic,
because you didn't go to baked-bean back bay babytown,
it happens like this.....
albie rock, patchwork-style, with tassel hanging dingle-balls,
and no mention of ANYthing else.
neither descriptive nor informative.
even city limits signs mention the population, or when it was founded....
really, though,
besides who sits under it, and therefore where NOT to be,
what more do you ever need to know?
i'm sayin'....
where i'm at or what i do?
c'mon.
you ninjas already know, anyway.....
today is another P.F.D.
apple-picking and shady glen picniciking,
who knows?
one thing i'm sure of,
i will be in the woodsly goodness, living my real-time Folk Life,
it's all really happening:
never quiet, never soft...
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